Fondness Thrives Upon... Poem by james watkin

Fondness Thrives Upon...



Fondness thrives upon disservering time;
It is a curious moss.
Their is a nutrient in a wall
That wailed over, deplorable
Gives its green added gloss.

Hand on hand who would unto its brickwork
Hammer's wrath, now incur
Effects a reconstructed affair.
What a slight upon idealic stare!
On reverie's hug, a slur!

Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: separation
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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